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July 16, 2012
July 9, 2012
Teasing Tuesday – Misplaced Cowboy
Next month, the second book in the Foreign Affairs series is released. How cool is that. So to give you all a taste of what is to come, here’s a little snippet from Misplaced Cowboy, which finds an Aussie stockman (aka cowboy) in New York. Alone…
EXCERPT
Monet gaped at him. She’d never gaped at anyone before in her life, but here she was, gaping at Dylan, eyes wide, hands frozen halfway to her face, as if they didn’t know whether to clap together or cover her open mouth.
Oh God, he’d punched the crap out of Phillip.
“Dylan,” she managed, shaking herself out of her stupor. “You can’t just…” She shot a look at Phillip sprawled on the floor. Blood oozed from a cut on his lip, his face a mix of stunned confusion and indignant disbelief.
“I’m going to fucking sue!” he blustered, trying to scramble to his feet. It seemed an exercise in futility, however, when his heels slipped, his ass slapping back to the polished marble floor with a thud.
Monet ignored him, swinging her attention to Dylan. “You can’t just…hit someone because you don’t like what they say about you. Not in New York.”
The shadow cast over Dylan’s face from his hat couldn’t hide his incredulous expression. “Hell, love.” He took a step back, shaking his head. “I didn’t hit the bastard ’cause of what he said about me. I hit him because of what he said to you.”
Monet shook her head. “That’s just ridiculous. Why would you hit him because of me?”
Dylan’s frown turned him into the poster boy for all things rugged and manly. “I don’t care if this is New York, when a bloke insults a woman like Phillip insulted you, a man steps in and shuts him up.”
Monet’s mouth fell open. Again.
He’d defended her honor. The Aussie cowboy just defended her honor. Was he for—
The thought didn’t even finish forming in her head. How could it when her body took over and propelled her forward.
Straight into his arms. Her lips claiming his.
The kiss took her completely by surprise. As it did Dylan. Monet could tell by the way every muscle in his body—his hard, firm, muscular body—locked up. For a brief second, she thought he was going to push her away. He should. He was here for Annie. Hell, she should pull away. But she couldn’t. And he didn’t.
Instead, just as one-date-only Phillip sputtered, “What the fuck?” from the floor, Dylan’s arms slid around Monet’s waist, his hands flattened on her back and he hauled her closer to return the kiss.
Really return her kiss.
His tongue delved past her lips, finding hers and stroking it with possessive greed. He bunched his hands into fists, knotting the cotton of her shirt as he drove his hips forward. Monet moaned into his mouth, the undeniable length of his thickening cock making her head swim. Or maybe it was the sheer potency of his kiss. His teeth caught her bottom lip, nipping gently before he sucked on the fleshy pad.
She whimpered, raking her nails over his back, drowning in the waves of pleasure washing over her.
Monnie, stop…Annie…
With a growl, Dylan’s mouth laid claim again, his tongue wild and hungry as it mated with hers. She rolled her hips, needing to feel his cock rub against the curve of her sex.
Stop, Monnie…the gallery…people watching…
Dylan’s mouth dragged up to her ear, to the sensitive dip beneath it. Monet’s gasp left her on a hitching breath, her belly flip-flopping as his tongue darted over her flesh. She bowed her neck, the feel of his lips exploring her skin too exquisite to deny.
He groaned against her throat, drawing her closer to his body, his hands smoothing down her back to her ass. He cupped each cheek, holding her as his lips returned to hers and his tongue fucked her mouth. It was unlike any kiss she’d experienced before. It told her exactly what effect she had on him, exactly what he wanted to do to her.
Oh Monnie, think about what you’re doing…
Somewhere at her feet, someone unimportant cursed again. Somewhere to her left, someone made a wooo! noise. Someone else clapped enthusiastically. None of it mattered. How could it when she was being swept away by a single kiss?
A kiss so right, so damn perfect she could feel her panties grow damp. A kiss so fierce and demanding and impatient she wanted to strip naked and ride Dylan’s face, his tongue. A kiss so carnal she wanted to impale herself on his cock as his hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. Wanted to be taken by him right here, right now, on the gallery floor as the whole of New York witnessed her pleasure.
She dragged her nails over his broad back, around his narrow hips until, wriggling her hands between their two bodies, she found his belt buckle—
***
That’s where I’m leaving it today, boys and girls
You can pre-order Misplaced Cowboy at Amazon HERE, and Barnes and Noble HERE
You can also check out Misplaced Princess, the first book in the Foreign Affairs series HERE
Movie Trailer Monday – Hysteria
Who invented the vibrator? Watch this trailer and you’ll find out…
Click here to view the embedded video.
Full disclosure: I’ve already watched this movie and it is BRILLIANT!! See it. Trust me.
July 3, 2012
Twister: Are You Ready to Play?
It’s here. The third book in the Party Games series. The book with my most Alpha of Alpha heroes. The book that takes the childhood game of Twister and…well, makes it…twisted. In a naughty way.
Getting the upper hand—and foot—was never this naughty.
As the man who snared the reins of his father’s global media empire and propelled it to new heights, Lachlan McDermott is accustomed to people jumping to obey his every command. He knows he is painted as handsome, arrogant and influential with the power of information at his control. But no one knows he’s got a weakness. Only one. And now, that weakness is in his house. Braless.
Über successful fashion photographer Cameron Winters used to be the super-model known only as Kole. But Kole dropped out of sight a long time ago. Only one thing can bring Cameron out of her self-imposed exile from public life: a man who doesn’t know she exists.
The trouble is, when Cameron comes face to face with Lachlan at an exclusive Sydney party, he immediately brings out the “Kole” in her. And Kole doesn’t bow down to anyone. Not even the one man who monopolizes her fantasies.
When they’re pitted against each other on the Twister mat, surrender isn’t part of the deal, and getting tangled up is only the beginning. Especially when their secrets keep getting in the way.
Product Warnings
Read in private. Contains a sexy, brooding, smoldering, dominating Australian Alpha male hero who will make you want to take your clothes off and beg to play.
EXCERPT
“Your turn, McDermott,” Mac said beside him.
“Gotta pay to play, Mr. McDermott,” the referee said on his right. The man stepped forward from the crowd and Lachlan bit back a snort, recognizing the weather reporter from one of McDermott Media Corp’s breakfast television programs.
“Pay?”
Mr. Weather’s Fine and Sunny cleared his throat. “Piece of clothing, please.” He held out a hand, palm up, and Lachlan had to admire the man’s courage. It wasn’t everyday one found themselves asking for an item of clothing from the very person ultimately in charge of one’s career. The person who could destroy said career with just a word.
But you won’t. Because you aren’t a prick with a God complex. You aren’t your father, despite the lust you’re feeling for a model. You do know how to have fun, you just don’t. And this type of silly, harmless fun is exactly what you need to get your mind off her.
At the thought of the damned supermodel somewhere in his home, Lachlan toed off his boots and shot his best friend a quick look. “I’m going to make you regret this, Harris.”
Mac laughed. “Can’t be anything worse than the last meal you cooked.”
With a chuckled growl, Lachlan hooked his fingers under the waistline of his polo shirt and, in one single move, yanked it up over his head. The cool air flowed over his bare chest, pinching his nipples into hard points. He heard a few appreciative oohs, a wolf whistle and then Mac snatched the shirt from his hands before Lachlan could finish withdrawing his arms from the sleeves.
His best friend laughed. “That’s my ruthless Media Mogul Balloon Boy.”
The gathering horde let out another cheer, louder this time.
The Twister referee cleared his throat again and turned back to the masses. “So, who’s game to take on the Lachlan McDermott in a game of Twister. One piece of clothing is all it—”
“I’m game.”
The throaty call came from behind Lachlan a second before a long, slender arm extended over his shoulder, equally long, slender fingers loosely holding something black and skimpy and bra-like. Except no bra Lachlan had ever seen was made with so little fabric. Or made his balls rise so quickly and his dick harden so painfully.
Damn.
Kole stepped out from behind him. Her body heat caressed his bare chest as she slid past him, her unhindered breasts brushed his arm. Her stare held his for a fraction of a second before, with a curl of her lips, she crossed to Lachlan’s award-winning weatherman and handed over her bra. “I’ve paid,” she said with a seductive smile, and he couldn’t help but notice her nipples pressed against the flimsy silver strip of fabric she wore as a shirt. Her light blue eyes met his across the Twister mat as she slipped first one stiletto-heeled sandal and then the other from her feet. “Now, Mr. McDermott, let’s play, shall we?”
You can check out Suck and Blow (Party Games Book One) here, Truth or Dare (Party Games Book Two – by the most awesome Rhian Cahill) here and Spin the Bottle (Party Games Book Four, also by Rhian) here.
You can buy Twister from Samhain here, Amazon here, and Barnes and Noble here
July 2, 2012
June 21, 2012
Who Wants To Go To A Tropical Island? For FREE?
Quick. Tell us.
What is your most perfect, fantasy holiday. You know, the one that takes place in your mind. The one no one else knows about.
Where is it? Who is it with? What do you do there?
Well, Jess Dee and I would like to make that holiday a reality.
So, if you can’t afford the plane fare, we’re here to help…
See, we’re celebrating the release of Tropical Desires, the print anthology containing three scorching, smoldering, romantic stories all set on the tropical island resort of Bandicoot Cove
And how are we celebrating?
With prizes of course!
We want to give away one copy of the book PLUS ARCs of the THREE NEW (so new they haven’t even released yet) Bandicoot Cove books.
That’s right. One print book and three ebooks!
How do you win this amazing trip to tropical paradise?
Head over to the International Heat blog (click here) for all the details.
If you want to know more about the books we’re offering, don’t be shy. Check them out here:
Tropical Desires at Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Samhain Publishing
Afternoon Rhapsody at Amazon or Barnes & Noble
Sunset Heat at Amazon or Barnes & Noble
Moonlight Mirage at Amazon or Barnes & Noble
GOOD LUCK!
The contest will run for the next two days and the winner will be announced on the International Heat blog here.
June 20, 2012
Misplaced Princess: The Beginning of a Beautiful Foreign Affair…
To say I’m excited about this book is an understatement. Maybe its because the story is set in the Outback (my first), maybe because I’ve always wanted to write an Aussie cowboy (aka, stockman), maybe because I got to work with Mari Carr who, in case you haven’t figured out by now, is one of the most lovely people I know and so bloody talented I get breathless reading her books. Quite possibly all three. Suffice to say, writing this book was the beginning of something special and I’m so glad to be sharing it with you all now.
What is Misplaced Princess? It’s th first book in the Foreign Affairs series, which sees Aussie cowboys from the Outback find true love with some very American women…and a very Aussie heroine find herself in the arms of a very sexy man from Chicago. Essenitally, Mari and I thought we’d do our bit for the US/Australian relationship the only way we know how…by writing so scorching erotic romance.
Before I hit “publish” on this post, I just wanted to take this opportunity to say thank you to both Mari and Kelli Collins, our editor. They both tolerated my extreme Aussie-ness throughout the writing of the first two books with love and affection. Mari and Kelli, you are both invaluable to me. Love you both.
Foreign Affairs, Book One
Annie Prince has impetuously flown halfway ’round the world to visit a sexy cowboy she met online—only to find herself stranded in Sydney. Seems she and Dylan crossed wires, and he’s on his way to New York. His twin, Hunter, saves the day and whisks her back to the family cattle station. Hunter’s as easy on the eyes as Dylan, and even easier to talk to. Annie might have flown to Oz to meet one brother, but soon sparks are flying with the other.
Hunter considered Dylan a dumb arse for jetting off to America for some stranger—until he met Annie. Turns out the New Yorker is a smart, funny, hard-working jillaroo…and hotter than the Aussie desert. Hunter’s not normally one to poach his brother’s women, but he can’t keep his hands, lips, tongue and other body parts off this sexy city girl.
When raging lust leads to emotional attachment, where does that leave Annie and Hunter when her vacation comes to an end—or when Dylan finds out?
Excerpt:
Hunter ran his finger down the pretty blonde’s arm, enjoying the flirting and easy banter. He’d hit the bar after seeing his idiot brother off at his gate. They’d flown the station helicopter to Sydney, leaving so early this morning it had still been dark. Hunter had a couple of hours to kill while he waited for the flight mechanic to refuel the chopper and clear him for takeoff.
“So you live on a cattle station?” the blonde asked. He’d forgotten her name the second she’d said it. One of these days he was going to have to learn to pay attention to details like that.
“Yep. Farpoint Creek. My family’s owned it forever. Established it back in the 1800s.”
The woman feigned interest, but Hunter could see the disdain in her eyes. She was clearly a city girl and the idea of living out whoop whoop in the Outback was less than appealing to her. Lucky for both of them, he wasn’t considering taking this game of slap and tickle out of the airport.
She leaned closer, accidentally brushing the side of his arm with her breast. They’d started their flirting at different tables. Then he’d joined her. After a few minutes of sexual innuendoes, he’d given up his seat across the table and moved over to share her side of the booth.
“You know, I’m a member of the Qantas Club.”
“Is that right?” he asked.
“I was actually thinking of heading over there and freshening up before my flight. They have showers in the lounge.”
“Showers, eh? Bit bloody fancy.”
She dragged her hand along his leg, starting at his knee and working her way up. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to grab it. His dick twitched when her hand crept closer.
“Wish I had someone to wash my back,” she purred.
He started to offer his sudsy services, but something on the PA caught his attention. “What did she say?”
“What did who say?”
The PA announcement was repeated. Dylan Sullivan, please meet your party at the customer service desk located at terminal one.
What the hell? Dylan wasn’t here. At least, he bloody well shouldn’t be.
Hunter reluctantly pushed the woman away while silently cursing his brother. “Sorry, love, but I gotta go do something.” Dylan would pay dearly for costing him a shower with this beauty in the high flyer’s club. He retrieved his hat from the table and put it back on his head.
“You’re leaving?”
Hunter nodded regretfully. “Yeah. Afraid it can’t be helped.” He threw enough cash on the table to cover both of their drinks and a generous tip for the waitress. “Sorry.”
He walked toward terminal one, trying to figure out why Dylan wasn’t jetting away from Sydney, getting closer to making one of the dumbest mistakes of his life. He’d loaded his brother on a plane headed for New York over an hour ago.
Hunter had spent most of their morning trek to Sydney trying to convince Dylan that taking off halfway around the world to hook up with some broad he’d met on one of those stupid online dating services made him look pretty desperate.
He’d also pointed out that precious little could come of this trip, besides getting a piece of New York tail. Dylan lived and worked on Farpoint Creek cattle station. In Australia. Trying to hook up with some American chick wasn’t exactly practical.
Dylan, ever the romantic idiot, seemed to think Annie had the potential to be his soul mate. Jesus, his brother had actually used those words—soul mate—and was supposed to be headed to New York to prove that asinine fact.
Had Dylan missed his plane? Hunter couldn’t figure out how. They’d made it to the departure gate in plenty of time. And if so, why would he page himself rather than ask the customer service rep to page Hunter? Maybe Dylan had given his own name as well and the lady had fucked it up.
He glanced at the crowd standing around the service desk as he walked toward the terminal. He and Dylan weren’t lacking in the height department. If his dickhead brother was around, he sure as hell wasn’t standing up; he’d tower over these people. Add the fact he and Dylan hardly ever took off their bloody hats and Hunter should be able to spot him a mile away.
He started to get in line at the desk to ask who’d paged Dylan when a woman walked up to him.
“You’re here!” she said.
Hunter tried to place the woman’s face. She looked vaguely familiar. “I am?” His mother claimed he’d been cursed with a sarcastic streak as wide as Farpoint since the day he was born. While his mum found it annoying, Hunter had never found a good reason to curb that personality trait.
The pretty woman smiled. “I was starting to worry.”
Before he could tell her she had the wrong bloke and should go ahead and hang on to her anxiety, she took a step closer and threw her arms around him.
The hard-on Hunter had managed to batten down as he’d walked away from his potential shower partner reemerged when her firm breasts brushed against his chest. Bloody hell. Who knew the airport was such a great place to pick up women? He might have to fly to Sydney International more often.
Never one to pass up an opportunity, he accepted the embrace, loosely wrapping his arms around her back. The lovely lady was just the right height for him and had some sexy curves. He liked a woman with meat on her bones.
She pulled away slightly and he started to release her, but she kept her arms wrapped around him and upped the ante, kissing him.
It started as a sweet, friendly kiss, but Hunter wasn’t having any of that shit. She smelled and tasted too good. He grasped her soft face and held her close. He turned his head and deepened the kiss, pressing her lips open so he could get an even better taste. He was thrilled when her tongue met his halfway. Jesus. This chick could kiss.
Misplaced Princess is available at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
Misplaced Cowboy, Book Two of the series will be releasing late August
June 18, 2012
The Language Barrier (You Really Say It That Way??)
I’ve come to discover there is a sizeable difference between Australian English and American English. I mean, I always knew we said some things differently, a biscuit in Oz is a cookie in the US. A biscuit in the US is what we call a scone. Jelly is Jell-O and jam is…actually, I don’t know what jam is called in the US. Sweet spready stuff?
One of the fun obstacles Mari and I face while writing the first two books in the Foreign Affairs series, was the fact I speak very broad ‘Strine (that’s Australian for those not in the know *grin*) and Mari doesn’t. Growing up in the bush like I did (ie, I grew up in regional Australia no where near the big cities, not in amongst a lot of trees) I developed a very Australian colloquial way of communicating. Remember the way Steve Irwin spoke? With all the crikeys and struths and fair dinkums? That’s me. I use that kind of language in everyday conversation. But it wasn’t just the slang that caused Mari to come a cropper (ie, stumble/have difficulty) with half of what I was saying. It was the simple fact we Aussies use different words for everyday things.
Today, Mari and I thought we’d tried to break some language barriers for you while sharing some snippets from Misplaced Princess and Misplaced Cowboy.
“How ya going?” isn’t a question about how you’re planning to get somewhere
From Misplaced Cowboy: Monet slid another look at Dylan, her eyes unreadable, her shoulders stiff, before she once again slipped from Phillip’s grip. “I’m not sure ‘inspiration’ is the right word, Phillip.”
“Oh shush.” Phillip stepped toward her, apparently deciding Dylan didn’t exist.
Dylan decided it was time to fix that problem. Not because he was jealous, but because Monet appeared…ill at ease.
“G’day, mate.” He shoved his extended hand at the man’s chest before Phillip could draw closer. “Dylan Sullivan. How ya going?”
Phillip’s eyebrows shot up his incredibly smooth forehead, his stare swinging to Dylan. A plethora of emotions flashed over his suavely handsome face, most making Dylan want to laugh—irritation, shock, curiosity, indignation. The last making him want to ball his fists—contempt.
“I’m sorry.” Phillip’s top lip curled. “But if you’re speaking to me, I’m not going anywhere.”
Dylan gave the bloke his widest, goofiest grin. For good measure, he even tipped his hat back on his head. “Ah, you’re a funny bugger, are you?” He kept his hand out, letting it speak volumes. He may not be from this neck of the woods, but he knew a handshake left hanging was a sign of utter disdain. As far as Dylan was concerned, he was happy to push Phillip to complete the social tradition whether the man wanted to or not.
Phillip’s top lip continued to curl, the kind of expression Dylan expected to see on a city slicker who’d stepped in a pile of sheep shit.
“Phillip.” Monet moved to Dylan’s side and it was all he could do to keep his doofus grin in place when she ran her hand up his arm. His heart, however, leapt straight into his bloody throat. “This is Dylan Sullivan. From Farpoint Creek in Australia.”
We don’t have cowboys Down Under
From Misplaced Cowboy: Phillip ran a slow inspection over Dylan, from the tip of his kangaroo-leather boots to the battered peak of his black wide-brimmed hat. “A cowboy from Australia?” He flashed Dylan a toothy smirk, took Dylan’s hand and gave it a crushing shake. Or tried to. Dylan spent his days dealing with unruly Angus cattle, unruly jackaroos and—when Hunter was in a competitive mood—an even more unruly twin brother hell-bent on beating him at arm wrestling. “Here to throw a shrimp on the bar-bee, ’eh?”
The man’s voice dripped with mocking derision and the urge to ball his fist rolled through Dylan again. He let his I’m-a-clueless-country-hick grin turn into the smile he gave drunken hired hands who thought they’d take him on. The kind of smile that said, “go on, give it your best shot, mate”.
“I’m a stockman, not a cowboy. Haven’t been a boy since my balls dropped and I started shaving. And I’m just here to seduce the beautiful women on your side of the pond. Show them what a real man is like.”
The shocked blanch that twisted Phillip’s face filled Dylan with perverse satisfaction, just as Monet’s choking laugh sent tight ripples of happiness through him.
“I think you had that one coming, Phillip,” she said, her hand still resting on Dylan’s biceps. He liked the feel of it there. A lot. Too much, given why he was here in New York to begin with. It wasn’t to fall head over heels for a woman he’d only just met, that was for bloody sure. “And as for the seducing,” she turned and gave him a wide smile, twinkling mirth in her eyes, “the accent alone is enough to make a New York girl go all wobbly inside.”
Zeeeee is not the last letter of the alphabet
From Misplaced Cowboy: Now, standing at her bedroom door, watching Dylan Sullivan talk quietly on the landline phone in the middle of her studio, she realized she was in trouble. Big trouble.
She was sexually attracted to Annie’s cowboy. A lot.
His deep voice stroked at her senses, the words too low for her to understand but not low enough she couldn’t discern his Australian accent. She loved the way he sounded. She loved the way her name sounded on his lips. She could happily sit and listen to him recite the alphabet and by the time he reached Z, which he would no doubt pronounce as zed, she would be so turned on all it would take was one single flick of her clit and she’d come.
You never ever eat cattle dip on a cracker
From Misplaced Cowboy: He gave Monet a slow smile, wanting to take away the sorrow he saw in her eyes. Wanting to make her laugh again. He loved her laugh. Just as much as he loved her.
“Mum’s great,” he said. “And Hunter’s not that bad either, if you ignore his smelly feet. I swear I’ve had to throw him into the cattle dip more than once just so I could take a breath of fresh air.”
Her eyebrows pulled into a frown. “What the hell is a cattle dip?”
He laughed, pulling at the waistband of his jeans as he straightened in his chair. After their meal of roast lamb, baked potatoes, pumpkin, steamed green beans and carrots—all smothered in rich brown gravy—he was lucky he could even move. If he were truthful with himself, he’d say he’d eaten so much so he didn’t have to think about his situation. About the damn word home. And yet here he was, talking about it.
“A cattle dip is a long trough-like concrete tank filled with a chemical solution that the cattle walk through to keep them protected from ticks.”
Monet’s frown deepened. “And you threw your brother in this?”
Dylan grinned. “Yep. Often. Especially after he’d gotten all dolled up for a night on the town. He’d come out of his room stinking of aftershave and, before he knew it, I’d crash tackle him, drag him outta the house kicking and screaming, and throw him in.” He scratched at his whiskers, enjoying the stunned disbelief on Monet’s face. “Of course, Hunter being roughly the same size as me meant I pretty much always ended up in the drink with him. He’s a strong bloody bastard after all, but it was worth it.”
She shook her head. “You do actually like your brother, don’t you?”
Dylan couldn’t stop his laughter. “Bloody oath.”
Billabongs are bodies of water perfect for alllll sorts of activities
From Misplaced Cowboy: It wasn’t until Mutt raced ahead a while later, barking in that special way that told Dylan he was ready for some fun, that Dylan realized where they’d walked to.
He stopped, looking at the small billabong almost hidden by an outcrop of eucalyptus trees some eight hundred meters from the homestead. Not the main billabong he and Hunter swam in all the time, but the one he sometimes came to when he wanted to get away from the madness of working a cattle station. It was a small body of clear water no bigger than a suburban backyard pool. Very few people came to visit its inviting depths, except for the kangaroos that used it as a drinking hole.
“Wow.” Monet stopped beside him, her gaze moving over the ancient gum trees shading the water, the lush green grass surrounding it, the craggy old rocks that jutted out of the ground on one side, making the most perfect ledge to take a plunge.
A plunge, Dylan noticed, Mutt had already taken, given that his dog was happily paddling around in the water.
“This is beautiful.”
He turned to face Monet. “It is. But not as beautiful as you.”
“Dylan,” she said, “I know you think you know what’s best for—”
He didn’t let her finish. He couldn’t. Try as hard as he might, he couldn’t fight the need to kiss her anymore.
***
Misplaced Princess is available for preorder on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
Check out Mari’s blog to break down some more language barriers and for some sneak peeks at Misplaced Princess, which is available WEDNESDAY. (Sorry, had to shout it *grin*) Misplaced Cowboy will be available end of August. Yay!
And don’t forget to check out our Misplaced Scavenger Hunt (details here). One lucky winner will receive a Kindle! The scavenger hunt runs until June 30.
June 16, 2012
Win a Kindle on The Foreign Affairs Scavenger Hunt!!! (Yes, it’s worth three exclamation points)
Cat Johnson
Beth Williamson
Pearl’s World of Romance
Delilah Devlin
Desiree Holt
Smitten with Reading
The Smutty Kitty
Guilty Pleasures
Scorching Book Reviews
Maldivian Book Reviewer’s Realm of Romance.
Sophie Oak
Seductive Musings
Check out the links, then email us at carmichm1@yahoo.com to let us know the URL where you found each item. One lucky hunter will win a Kindle. All entries must be received by June 30 and the winner will be announced on July 1.
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June 14, 2012
Tropical Haze? It must be Bandicoot Cove
Just a week ago the stunning covers for the new Bandicoot Cove Anthology: The Wedding were revealed on the Down Under Divas blog (see them here if you haven’t already. Aren’t they gorgeous?). Now we thought we’d tease you a little more, with a new cover…and a peak at the blurbs of the three novellas.
Yep, we have a print book coming next year, an anthology of the three stories: Afternoon Rhapsody, Sunset Heat and Moonlight Mirage.
Read on for your introduction to the tropical haze on Bilby Island.
TROPICAL HAZE: The Blurb
Steamy days, sultry nights, sinful fantasies. Welcome to Bandicoot Cove.
Afternoon Rhapsody by Jess Dee
As Bianca puts her pending divorce aside to enjoy her brother’s wedding, she unexpectedly falls in lust with Brody, a gorgeous man who’s also getting a divorce. However, personal revelations change what they thought they knew about their troubled pasts. And suddenly they wonder if it’s possible to move on.
Sunset Heat by Lexxie Couper
Kennedy never thought she’d be standing in front of Luke again. Naked, thanks to her butterfly phobia. He not only still lights her fire, so does his self-professed rake of a cousin.
Luke fell for Kennedy four months ago, yet he can’t stop thinking about sharing her with Addison. And Addison is shocked that he wants to know Kennedy on all levels. But can desire bring three people together? Or will it destroy any hope of happiness?
Moonlight Mirage by Sami Lee
At her friend’s wedding, Hayley is forced to face the former boss whose rejection sent her packing. Mitch makes her burn as hot as ever. Trouble is, she hasn’t come to the wedding alone.
Mitch knows he made a mistake by pushing his one-time intern away. Hayley’s “plus one”is an unexpected obstacle, but luckily Mitch has never shied away from a little competition…
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Sunset Heat
A photographer, a firefighter, a rake. Let the debauchery begin!
Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 2
When Kennedy bolted after a mind-blowing one-night stand with a sexy Australian firefighter, she never expected to be standing in front of him four months later on a tropical island resort. Naked, thanks to her phobia of butterflies.
Trouble is, she’s equally turned on by Luke and his hunky British cousin. Not exactly how she’d intended to spend her first day as Bandicoot Cove’s official photographer.
Luke never planned on falling for the feisty, flirty American he met at a New York bar. Now that he’s face to face with her again, he has two questions. Why did she run? And why can’t he stop thinking about sharing the woman of his dreams with his cousin?
Addison invited himself along on his cousin’s trip for a weekend of no-strings-attached sex. But he wants to get to know Kennedy on all levels. Seriously, this is no way for a rake to behave. And how the hell is he going to tell his cousin he’s interested in the very woman Luke can’t get out of his mind?
Warning: The setting sun isn’t the only thing heating up Bandicoot Cove, because when the word “threesome” gets thrown into the mix, it’s seduction on a global scale. (Note: No butterflies were scorched during scenes of burning passion.)
Don’t forget to check out the full blurbs for Afternoon Rhapsody and Moonlight Mirage at Jess and Sami’s blogs. Clink on the links below to get there:
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Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding releases in e-format at Samhain on the 2cnd of August.
Afternoon Rhapsody is already up for pre-order from Amazon. Click here, if you’re interested.
